Jeremy picked up the money. There was enough to last him all year. Probably more if he was careful. He looked in the bags and boxes. Breeches, boots, undergarments, shirts, cravats, a coat…even a small portmanteau to put it all in. He picked up a shirt. It was so soft. Closing his eyes, he pressed it to his cheek. He pulled the garments out and dressed in a linen shirt, the softest buckskin breeches, and, for God’s sake, David had even found him some top boots. He pulled them on and stamped. They fit reasonably well. He had a stab at tying the cravat and then shrugged into the jacket. He looked at himself in the mirror. Clean hair, nice clothes…he looked every inch the young, country gentleman. He packed the rest of the items into the portmanteau and added his own meagre belongings, includ
